This is a song about "Talking anout soneone"

You're bored by the boring broad you taught, i'm talking...

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Keep talking, i can't hear you

That was my adrenaline talking

The pigs fly away in the morning

Cause i aint talking crap

You, you, you have to pay for that

Talking about your materialistic interests

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

When you be talking bout me

All i want is you baby

Yes im talking bout the plants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I perspire too often i require an option to retire to talking